Em7

Before I let these thoughts out, what happens if I turn around

See something I don't like, maybe it's just what I need

Everyone around me are fake, all of the words that they say

Blending into the same sound, speaking into one mic

The moment that I fell out, I finally flipped of the doubt

I no longer care what they say

But maybe that's just in my brain, maybe I remain the same

Can't be no other way

Maybe it's just in my brain,

A game that my head likes to play